Greatest Dad” and it held a house key and two car keys, one for a Toyota and one for a Chevrolet. Two keys were for Master Lock padlocks and the last key was to his handcuffs.
Charlie rolled the corpse over, removed the officer’s drivers license from his wallet, inserting it into his back pocket without even glancing at it.
Bookbinder stood up and walked into the hall. The rest of the team was there, ready to move on. “Be sure to take their keys and get their driver’s licenses. LEO’s often have sizable gun collections at home,” he said, using the common military slang for law enforcement officers.
There were three other doors in the hall, two other doors on the right led to empty restrooms. The third door at the end of the hall had long, narrow vertical glass windows, embedded with chicken wire.
“ That door up there will lead to the common area. We’re likely to see greater numbers of infected up there. Stay sharp, stay focused. Hand to hand wherever possible. Move forward on my signal.”
Bookbinder moved swiftly and silently, pressed against the wall until he was at the door. He peered through the window, exposing as little of himself as possible to anything that may be on the other side.
The room on the other side of the doors was the main lobby of the state police barracks. It took Bookbinder almost a full minute to count the walkers in there. They were all in a pack in the center of the room, facing inward. Men and women, inThe pack was, as a whole, swaying gently side to side. Each zombie had their arms spread, resting on the shoulder of the corpse beside them, their heads down, tucked into the smallest space possible. Charlie waved to his man to stay back and then crept back to them, pulling them backwards to the first room.
“ Alright, I counted fifty-two in the lobby. They’re huddled together in a tight group, standing in the middle of the room. There are two seating areas under the big windows in the front, but other than that, the room is mostly empty. I couldn’t see anything to the left, but I think that’s where the receptionist would be, probably behind some bullet proof glass.”
The four men with Charlie looked afraid. This was a major operation, bigger than anything they had experienced yet.
“ We won’t let you down, Sir,” said Dalton quietly.
“ Son, I’m not the least bit worried about that. We all keep our heads and remember our training; we’re going to walk out of this place feeling unstoppable. Here’s the plan.”
Charlie laid out the plan to the group. When everyone understood, the five of them cleared the rest of the building, leaving the huddle until the end. They moved as a unit, encountering only two undead, both of them dispatched via halligan soundlessly. When they got to the last room of the second hallway, Bookbinder pulled the men together.
“ Alright, silence from here out.” Charlie whispered. “This is the room where the receptionists sat. The end of this room has thick bullet proof glass, with a hole cut out for speaking through. The three of you stay here. Creep up on that glass, on your bellies if you have to, do not let them see you.”
Garrett, Hostetler and Johnson nodded their understanding.
When you hear Reineer and I firing, open fire through the speaking ports in that huge window. When they’re all down, Reineer and I will step in and finish any with our halligans, you three stay in your position and give us some cover.
Reineer and Bookbinder backtracked down the empty hallways to the first set of double doors, creeping the last ten feet sliding along the wall. The doors opened into the big room by a breaker bar. Bookbinder held up three fingers and pantomimed kicking the breaker bar.
Reineer nodded his acknowledgement and both men put their earplugs in. Bookbinder started the countdown. One finger, two fingers and on the third finger, both men kicked the doors open
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